by Ema Bancroft
I sighed. "That feels good."
"Daisy grabbed my balls, and then rolled them between her fingers. "How's that?"
I complained while my cock was moving, swollen a little... the stinger still evident, but quickly giving way to much more pleasant feelings...
You want me to stop? "She asked, not touching my cock yet, but lavishing attention on the sensitive area behind her... sliding a finger between my balls, rubbing gently... slowly around them...
"No,"I dug her up, pushed her back a little bit.
"Don't stop."
Her lips pressed against my lower back, her tongue popping out to test my skin as she massaged me. Licking circles against me, Daisy drew the curve of my hip before sinking her teeth into the soft flesh of my ass.
"Shit! " Gimmi. It hurt a little bit. But it felt really good.
Daisy chuckled, and kept me rolling around while she kissed and nibbled.
So... a licked attempt... right at the base of my fucking jacket. I shuddered.
Daisy apparently took it as a positive sign, because she started sucking on me and licking me seriously, drawing around my balls... drawing each one of them in her mouth and swirling it with her tongue. I was beginning to think I'd come without her even getting close to my dick.
My breath stuck to me, my skin warmed up, and my fingers grabbed my knees, white knuckles, and blood vessels bulging with tension.
"Daisy..." Croé. She hummed against me and a shake of pleasure bent my knees. I hit one hand against the countertop to keep my balance.
"Are you all right? " she asked, pounding me between her words.
I think I mumbled something between a "fuck" and a "yes."
She walked away and my head snapped to one side to find out what the hell would stop her from doing such an amazing thing. She just smiled with a smile and walked over to the counter to pick up a bottle of lotion.
"I think you might need some tender affection,"she said with a wink, pumping some lotion into her hand.
Holy. Fucked up. God.
She rubbed the lotion between her hands to warm it, and then tucked it between her legs, tapping them slightly to widen my posture.
So bossy.
I liked it.
And I really liked it when her hands slipped over my dick, rubbing it and wiping away all the memories of the tape and panty hose and stiletto heels.
He was a fucking man.
"Yes, you are,"Daisy muttered, and I realized I had said it out loud. Okay, somewhat embarrassing, but with her hands sliding up and down my dick and her mouth.... oh yes... her mouth going back to work on my balls, licking and sucking... lifting the heavy weight of my sack on her tongue...?
Fuck. What was he talking about?
A knock on the door caused Daisy to freeze into place, both hands wrapped around my cock, and a ball sucked deeply into her mouth. She released it with a soft pop.
"E. C! " Raul shouted through the doorway. "You done, man? My cock is killing me and I have to pee.
"Shit! " I whispered as Daisy squeezed my dick one more time before I let go. I watched her hands roll back between my legs with a nostalgic look. "Yes," I shouted, perhaps a little more angry than necessary, but who could blame me? "Wait a second!"
Daisy wiped her hands with a towel before she gave it to me. I cleaned up the leftover lotion from Little Enrique - which jumped hopefully to the touch, but then seemed to deflate depressingly when he realized the party was over.
Poor kid. I put on my boxer's underpants with a wink of apology.
"E. C! " Raul shouted. "Come on, buddy!"
"I'm going... I'm going," I muttered, though I wasn't coming... thanks to Raul. I reached the doorknob, and then I turned around quickly to pull Daisy and kiss her one more time?
"My room. As soon as we get back,"I said abruptly, unable to be more romantic after the one-night old rooster. She bit her lip, and I kissed her again.
"Leave your dick at home,"I growled. She laughed and I opened the door.
Finally,"said Raul," as he went into the bathroom, he grabbed his garbage on his underwear. He paused, looking at Daisy with a smile.
"You lacked a lipstick,"he said, waving a finger toward her mouth. Daisy's eyes flew into the bathroom mirror and she passed the lipstick with the back of her hand.
Fuck. My lipstick. I forgot I hadn't taken my makeup off yet.
"Raul's words are cut short as he looked at Daisy as if trying to solve a mathematical problem.
"No,"said Daisy indifferently, washing her hands. "I switched to pink for the last issue."
"Did you do it?"
I turned around, hoping he wouldn't notice my pink mouth.
"Yes,"she said. She reached between her legs. "Shit, my cock is on fire. How's yours?"
I didn't hear Raul's answer when I quickly left the bathroom and went to the counter to take off my fucking face makeup.
Daisy
Holy shit. I thought he was gonna piss on me.
The whole lipstick thing scared the hell out of me, and I didn't know how I kept it together long enough to act so casually. But Raul seemed to buy it.
Or maybe he just had other things on his mind. I tried to change the subject, asking him about his penis.
Subtle, I know. But that's all I could think of right now.
"It hurts like hell,"he said in response to my question, massaging himself through his boxers. "I wonder if I need to put something on it."
"I could try some lotion,"I offered him, giving him the bottle and trying not to think about what Elijah and I were doing with it a few minutes earlier.
That was incredibly hot. Having Elijah so out of control... putty in my hands. Well, not exactly putty. I made fun of myself.
"What's so funny? " Raul asked, lowering the front of his underpants and taking his out to urinate. I turned around.
Shit! When was I gonna learn not to stay in the bathroom with these guys?
"I didn't finish my prayer, but I ran out of the bathroom, closing the door against the sound of Raul's piss splashing in the water, mixed with his relieved groans.
Brutal.
Elijah sat in the mirror, rubbing his face vigorously with cold cream. Roland and Ethan were dressed, and I noticed that they were both walking a little slow... limping. When Raul came out of the bathroom and got dressed, he moved in the same way... like an old man with a bad back...".
Or a guy with a worn-out sausage.
I really tried not to laugh. I almost made it.
The door opened and Moxie entered with the breeze accompanied by Eddie, Mabel and Terri. "You were fabulous! " sprouted. "The crowd loved you, and let me tell you, we made a lot of money tonight. They did a great thing tonight."
She lifted a large plastic bottle. "I thought they'd like an adhesive remover,"she said, waving the bottle with a smile.
Elias froze, his fingers clutching the hem of the shirt he had just pulled over his head. "What?"
She smiled, leaning her hip against the counter and placing the bottle on the counter. "Sticker remover... you know, for the tape?"
"Do you have an adhesive remover? " Roland asked through grinded teeth.
Moxie shrugged. "Sure. Otherwise, it hurts like a mother:" Her eyes ran around the room, taking the furious glances and curved shapes that surrounded her. "Umm... you've already taken off the tape, haven't you? "She rose and began to slowly approach the doorway. The boys moved toward her just as slowly.
"Didn't you think to mention the remover a little earlier? " Raul moaned as he settled down.
"Oh,"muttered Eddie, as four flashes of light moved away. He blushed. "I'm sorry."
They turned to Moxie.
She backed down, her eyes nervous. " I assumed you knew"?
"And how would we know? " Ethan snarled. "None of us have done this before! " He glided an interrogative glance towards Roland, who gestured at him in response.
"Wow, I'm sorry, guys,"Moxie muttered. "I... uh..." She stretched out and grabbed my arm,
pulling me in front of her like a human shield. Don't let them hurt me, B! "She bowed her head, trying to go six-foot-ten. Behind me eight-foot-ten. Behind me six-foot-ten..."
"Ummm..." I found myself facing a queue of wrinkled, frowned men with furious eyes, advancing painfully like zombies in the video of Michael Jackson's thriller?
Because this is thriller night, thriller.
And no one will save you from the beast about to strike!
Huh. I was a little surprised to remember the lyrics.
And it's not the point right now. I tried desperately to think about how Michael handled the situation.
Oh, yeah. He also became a zombie. It's not very useful.
"Damn it, Moxie,"Elijah growled. "That hurts like hell!"
My heart raced as I tried to figure out how to stop the four of us from holding Moxie and taking off the tape...
then I realized I should be on his side.
Shit!
Immediately I bent over, grabbed my rubber dick and pulled out of Moxie's claw.
"Yes,"I said, mimicking Raul's crooked position. "I won't be able to pee straight for a week!"
Moxie stared at me, with her eyes wide open for treason. I silently promised her that I would understand, and I knew she received the message when she stood up straight and shook her hair again.
Accepting her fate.
I couldn't believe how brave I was, willing to sacrifice her skin... well, you know... to protect myself. I really owed her a lot.
Maybe a new pair of Manolos. She gave me a quick, heated look.
Two pairs.
"Now, wait a minute. " Mabel got into the group in front of Moxie, and she went where I couldn't. "You can't take it out on poor Moxie."
"She's right. " Terri moved next to her, joining her arm through Mabel's. They stood, chest out, shoulders back - a barrier of female indignation and refuge.
It was kind of touching, actually.
"She's put a lot of effort into putting this together,"Terri continued. "And you're whining about a few tape burns?"
"More than a few,"grumbled Raul, pulling on the crotch of his jeans.
"Oh, come on,"said Mabel. "It's not so bad, is it? Can you big and strong men handle it?"
I almost turned my eyes, but I realized that Mabel's words were working on others.
"It hurts so much,"Ethan muttered.
Terri put a finger in his chest. "I'll help you with that."
Ethan smiled instantly. "Yes?"
I noticed that Mabel had moved to Raul's side and whispered in his ear. Raul apparently liked what she said, because he bent over and squeezed her ass.
"I'm sorry, Moxie,"he said before he took Mabel's hand and pulled her out of the dressing room. "We'll see you in the limo."
The apologies echoed from the others as Ethan left with Terri, nibbling at her neck... and Roland and Eddie walked away with arm to arm. Elijah and I stood uncomfortably in front of Moxie as she folded her arms across her chest, raising one forehead emphatically?
"Uh... sorry about that,"Elijah finally said with a shrug as he sat down to tie his shoes. And thank you for everything you did, really. I couldn't have happened without you."
Moxie sniffed, and still offended. "Of course I do. " Slowly, she stared at me.
Guilt ate my stomach, a ball of acid. I had turned on her, thrown her to the wolves... and yet she was willing to cover me. It was all so overwhelming, and suddenly I started crying.
Moxie melted, giving me a hug. "Awww, honey..."
"I'm so sorry,"I cried. "I didn't know what to do!"
"I know, honey. All right. " She patted me on the back gently. I heard Elijah snorting behind me, but I was too far away to understand it.
"Everyone was coming to you... and..." I should have protected you..." I had hiccups. "... but then I realized that my dick should hurt too. I mean, if all their dicks hurt and my penis doesn't hurt... that would be suspicious, wouldn't it?".
"That's right. " I looked up at her sympathetic face through eyes blurry as tears. "You did what you had to do."
"For God's sake! " Elijah exclaimed. We both turned to him.
"It's no big deal,"he said. "We weren't gonna do anything to Moxie."
I sniffed, wiped my eyes. "Weren't you?"
"Of course not." "He looked at her. "We wouldn't have done that. I mean, it would have been wrong, you know? "Elijah shrugged. "We were a little pissed... you know, because all our dicks are on fire."
Moxie drowned, and I looked up to see her wacky lips at the corners. After all, it was funny. I laughed laughing.
"It's not funny,"Elijah said.
"Something you gotta learn, B,"Moxie said as she started laughing harder. "Do guys take anything to do with their dicks very seriously?"
My own laughter gushed out. "But... but you were afraid,"I told Moxie. "You hid behind me!"?
"Of course,"she said, trying to put on a heterosexual face and fail. "Like I said,' very, very, very seriously."
E. C.
Oh, for God's sake. They were laughing like a couple of crazy people.
About my dick. Well, about all our dicks.
What happened to that? It wasn't that funny.
Not at all.
Well....
Maybe a little bit.
"Come on,"I said to Daisy, holding her hand. "It's fucking late, and the others are waiting in the limo."
She hugged Moxie again. "Thank you for everything."
"You're welcome, honey. " Moxie smiled and straightened Daisy's hair. "Call me when you can, okay?"
"I can't believe we're leaving tomorrow and I'll never see you again. " And fuck, I was crying again.
Moxie rolled her eyes. "So dramatic,"she replied with a laugh. "We'll call, text messages, email, Skype... and there'll be planes. "She hugged Daisy again quickly. "We'll meet again. Remember what we talked about, okay? Take time to be a girl sometimes. "Moxie took a meaningful look over Daisy's shoulder, and I smiled in response."
I was more than happy that Daisy was a girl when she wanted to. In fact....
Releasing Daisy's hand, I scanned the room quickly, a smile illuminating my face as I found what I was looking for.
"What are you doing? " Daisy asked, tearing tears from her cheeks.
I snatched the pair of red heels she was wearing for her duet with Moxie. "I think this might be useful,"I said with a wink, putting them in her purse.
Moxie laughed, and Daisy turned red.
He was adorable... and kind of sexy. Like shoes?
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"What are you doing in there? " I walked in front of the bathroom door, sat in bed and then got up to keep up. "Are you all right?"
"Good! I'll be out in a second. " Daisy said. She was sneaking into my room shortly after we got back from Queen of Hearts, and I was ready to pick up where we left off. I threw her at me and supported her to kiss her, but she had held me with one hand, saying I needed a minute. She locked herself in the bathroom, carrying her backpack with her.
I sat on the bed again, staring at the clock. It was almost three o' clock in the morning, and I was fucking exhausted. But it was hot, too.
Really hot.
Too hot to sleep, no matter how tired she was. My Slow Groove playlist, so called in case Daisy looked at my library.
Actually, it was my Get Laid playlist. Sue me. You have to be prepared.
One of our songs, Let Me In, appeared and I stared at the bathroom door, the lyrics seemed particularly appropriate.
I knock on your door... waiting.
I hope it's time... to anticipate.
I've had enough of talking.
Can't you hear me playing?
Please, let me in....
I went back to bed and closed my eyes, only to be greeted by a repetition of the night. Daisy in that damn leather skirt and those red shoes... Daisy sitting on my lap and wagging her ass... Daisy sucking my balls and caressing my cock...?
The feel of your skin... is it incredible?
>
Being so close... girl, it hurts so much.
I need your touch
I want you so badly
Please, let me in....
Shit! I was about to explode. The music continued, but all I could concentrate on was the sounds dragged behind the bathroom door.
"Daisy? I knew I was complaining, but I couldn't help it.
The door opened. "I'm ready."
I lifted my heavy eyelids and bowed my head until I could see her standing at the bathroom door. Then I floated in a seated position, with my eyes wide open for admiration and amazement... and my cock as hard as a rock...
Daisy leaned on the doorframe dressed only in a black lace bra and a pair of matching panties, and those fucking red shoes. She smiled, and I noticed that her lips were red... she had put on a little makeup - not as much as at the exhibition - but enough to put on her eyes and lips. Although she was not wearing a wig, she had combed her hair short, so she fell around her face with soft, pointy curls. She bit her lip and twisted my finger and I stood up trembling, ready to do what she asked.
She wrapped my arms around my neck and I put my hands on her waist, caressing her soft skin with the pads of my thumbs. Unable to resist, I once bowed to lick her earlobe, and she trembled deliciously.
"You look so fucking sexy,"I muttered against her skin as she combed her lips along the curve of her neck. My hands slipped down her sides until I could wrap my thumbs around her nipples. She gasped, and I smiled, lowering my mouth to suck one through the lace.
Her hands tangled in my hair. "Oh God... Elijah..." She groaned?
I smiled, looking at her. "Where did you get this?
"I asked. "I thought you only had boxer's underpants and Hartmann bandages."
She smiled, her eyes glazed. "Moxie."
I retired. "What? "I grimaced. If she borrowed Moxie's underwear... well, that was disgusting.
She shook her head, laughing. "No, they're not Moxie's,"she said, turning her eyes. "Moxie took me shopping."
"Oh. "I started to lower my head again, and then I realized something. So... did Moxie see you in this? "I swallowed hard, the idea made me tense and hot, all of a sudden."
Daisy looked at me for a moment, then raised an eyebrow. "Would you mind if I did?"
I backed down. "Hell, yeah, I'd be upset. I mean, she looks like a girl, but you know there's a guy down there, right?"
